“You want to get married to me?” Renata adjusted, using her elbow to support her balance so she could look him in the eyes.

Domingo paused as he adjusted as well. “You don’t want to marry me?”

She frowned, her lips quivered in uncertainty. “What…?”

“No… no…” she cleared her throat stylishly.

“Is it because of Santiago or is it Constanza?” He asked, his hand cupping a part of her face.

She lowered her eyes, playing with her fingers as she pondered what would come ...